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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `MAkiNG WaRRioRs' 20 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Straight away, when Alex Nouguet got the news of Jay in the hospital, in a flash the auto-doors were opening for him, he and his family, partner, Kyle Dryfiss and their son, Justin accompanying the lucrative brief designer. Marching right up to the desk, Alex states, "Jay Evans, please?"
He wasn't oblivious to the nurse on duty, tall, medium toned skin, rounding out the appearance, a cute mug, upon which he is delivered the information, "C'mon. I'll take you to him, personally."
Walking side by side with Mose, Kyle and Justin took up the rear and followed. The 9-year old, still a little fearful of strange places, held his dad-Kyle's hand.
Walking past a room with an open door, Justin, gives his dad a whole-bod whiplash, suddenly coming to a halt, then dragging backwards two steps.
"What's up, son?" Kyle wondered, moving his head from side to side, as if he had a kink in his neck.
Both staring into the room, Justin quizzes his dad, "How come that kid doesn't have any hair?"
Could have been a number of reasons, Kyle thinking `cancer', yet left it as, "I think that kid is probably sick and because or it, all his hair fell out."
"How can you tell if it's," Justin wasn't pinning a label on the kid, "a boy or a girl, then?"
Kyle squats down on one knee, bringing himself down to Justin's level, "Sometimes we don't have a choice, if our hair is going to grow in or fall out. Girl or boy, why don't we ask the nurse to help us?"
Mose had walked Alex to the room Jay occupied, doubling back, so that when Kyle stands, his side travels right up the front of Mose's front. "Oh, excuse me," he should've have realized the tall man standing there, the size 13 sneakers.
"No harm," Mose smiles, because Kyle spoke in a broad sense, even though he could feel the back of Kyle's hand on his crotch, like a soft ocean breeze. "Now, what's your question?"
Since Mose didn't know which of the two had an inquiry, his eyes search for the questioner, glancing back and forth from father to son, Justin says with a pointing finger, "Is that a girl or a boy?"
Even though Justin was curious about it, Kyle thought maybe his first quest for knowledge might be about why the kid was bald.
"Oh, that's Pablo. Would you like to meet him?" Mose pops the question, more searching for an answer from Justin, but then turning to Kyle, "If you have the time?"
Back in Jay's room, Alex had approached Jay with a hug, kiss to the side of the neck.
Slightly jealous, Scott's cock was pulsing like a heartbeat. Longing for the same greeting, though he had never met the cock-pocket brief designer, it made him bite his lip, immediately followed by a hunger.
He didn't say anything, instead waiting for when he would be noticed, Jay finally giving way, "Oh, Alex, these are my friends, Nash, Scott and... well he's sleeping right now, that's Scott's boyfriend, Adam."
"Nice to meet you," Alex's hand extended towards Nash.
When it came time for Scott, he took Alex's hand and perhaps out of place for a first time greeting, reeled Alex in by the hand and arm, "Nice to meet you too!"
Feeling guilty right after, Scott wipes his mouth with one finger, "Sorry `bout that," he meant the kiss to Alex's cheek.
"No problem," Alex smiles back.
Jay opens his big mouth, "You better watch it Scott. Alex is a married man!"
Scott recollected hearing that already, but still reacts, "I hope he's the forgiving type!"
He was and shortly after, Kyle enters the room.
"Where's Justin?" Alex asks.
"Mose is with him. Justin has a new friend down the hall, Pablo, who is back from the city and recovering from a dose of radiation."
Kyle's sketchy explanation turned to conversation, involving mostly the couple, then branching out to their sibling, which resulted in full-circle, back to Alex and what new designs he had in store for his next showing.
Anything which was a person's problem, could become Jay's affliction. Even though he too was interested in Alex's new notion, about the cock-pocket, designing different sized pouches, Jay couldn't concentrate, making him give way to misting up, "Oh, the poor kid."
Nash already picked up on this, Jay's empathy towards people he didn't even know. Most times following a declaration of such proportion, Nash was ready with a tissue.
Later on, they would find out Pablo didn't have any parents, but an uncle. Legally, the uncle was a parental substitute. Worst case scenario, Pablo's uncle hadn't been by the hospital since the kid was admitted, having been transferred to New York City for the chemo and returned. Fortunately, his original family had been donors for the Fire Island hospital, which provided immunity towards payment, if any of the immediate family had to be admitted. This worked well for Pablo, but also made him lonely for companionship.
Mose, who had poked around in the Nouguet-Dryfiss family business, finding out Justin an only child, decided to take matters into his own hands. If indeed, Mose was told to mind his own business, for certain, if he could help it, Pablo wasn't going to live out his life in a neglected situation.
Returning Justin to his dads, having developed a fine rapport with the child, Alex and Kyle could see this on returning their son, Alex taking note, "It looks like you have a new friend?" he asks Justin.
They had already met, but Alex acts like it were the first time, when Justin says, "Mose is looking for a new home for Pablo."
News to him, anyone knew, Mose figures it came from Pablo. For a few days now, upon the patient hoping to hear from the uncle, Mose's hot temper over the matter, flared, voicing his opinion to the kid, like another adult. Letting bygones be bygones, Mose says, "It's a shame, Pablo's uncle has no interest in the child, other than the estate left by his parents."
He went on to tell about the uncle being at the hospital once and that had been a month ago, not one of Justin's dads saying it, Jay heeding no mind to anyone else in the room, "What a sick bastard!"
One person away from his brother, Jared walks over to him, bends to his side and gazing at the kid and his two dads, whispers, "Remember, there's a minor present?"
Jay blames himself, "Oh dam, I did it again," looks up at Jared, "I'm sorry," then at the kid, "I'm sorry Justin."
Walking over to Jay, now lying in the bed, Justin puts a hand on the sheet over Jay's knee, "That's okay. I don't even know what you meant! Um, what is it?"
Alex, dominant part of the relationship, even though they share the upbringing, walks over, "I think that's for us daddies to talk about to you, Justin?"
"Okay, dad," Justin replies.
Alex had forgotten, as Kyle often would, Justin not being a little boy anymore, and that they were not referred to as dads' and not daddies', which Justin reminded him just now!
Then, walking back over to Mose, Justin looks up at him, like standing at the Statue of Liberty's toes, "Can I go back and play with Pablo?"
Alex was 15 minutes away from meeting up with Cayman Karlyle, destination to be determined by a phone call, but with Justin given the go ahead, scurrying out the door, Kyle at his side, Alex wanted to know all the dirt on Pablo and why the kid was getting the shit end of the stick!
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Luca Gaggagglio, who had driven Jared up and down the NJ Turnpike several times in one day, only to find out at the end of his shift he was being laid off, finally found the paper he had written down the phone number Jared gave him. Blaming himself, Jared said Luca deserved a free weekend on Fire Island, for all the drama he caused, even though the limo driver was pulling a wage.
Earlier, Luca had used the number to contact Jared, which turned out to be Korbeau's. Arriving, he was told by the desk clerk, Patrick, he didn't know when Jared was due back, that he could wait in the lobby.
Shortly thereafter, Patrick's shift was over and the next employee took over.
Listening in, Luca had overheard Patrick ask Ivan if he got laid last night. Ivan had replied, the fact Patrick should already know, he wasn't out for a one night stand, opposite the feeling of the guy he met last night.
It made Luca smile, thinking the desk jockey `single' and looking!
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First words out of Nash's mouth, after their hospital room returned to normalcy, only two bods present, "Alex, he sure is a hottie!"
A new word for Nash, multiple usage to describe an extremely good looking fellow, he half-blushed, Jay saying of it, "Like, you couldn't guess what I was feeling the first time I lay eyes on him!"
After the two high-5'd it, they settle down to normal conversation, interjected with new thought, since the two have not known each other for ages. Instigated by Nash, the two haven't let the current captain of the underwear industry go to rest just yet!
"Have you and Alex, like?" Nash leaves the sexually-related question vague.
"No, but..." Jay sits there with a smile creasing his lips, meant to send a message.
On track, Nash, already picking up on the Evans bro's lingo, "And?" he pries.
"Me and Jared, we, like, um, happened to be around when Alex was changing for the beach."
Knowing there was more to the story, "And?"
Of course Jay knew there was more. When telling a sexy story, related to some character in his life, he turned to `sadism', making his listener wait for the next concluding chapter of his steamy story, "It was good and bad. The outcome."
Sarcastically, seeing how the Evans brothers could be towards each other, Nash steps out of his conservative character, "Like, am I going to find out the whole story today, or are you going to make me wait till Saturday?"
Picking up on it, Jay smiles, "Damn, you're getting to be more and more like Jare!"
"Really," Nash speculates, "I was thinking of Jare, more like you?"
"Sure. Go ahead. Kick me in the ass, why don't you?" Jay says in all sincerity, but smiles!
Low-keyed all his life, slowly coming out of his cocoon, as well as the linen closet, Nash says, "Really, I was thinking of more than a kick, if you know what I mean?"
Jay wasn't any dumb-bunny. He knew, "Oh, I damn well know what you mean, though it would be a miracle if I got a kick out of it!"
Like two fencers, Nash duels up, "Miracles do come true, if you want it to?"
Lost to do any more battling, Jay resorts to, "You've been watching too many Disney cartoons!"
Not letting go just yet, Nash, feeling a sudden wanting, not which his shy nature hasn't subdued the feeling, "I'm only trying to help you out?"
Left open-ended, Jay figures it might not hurt to find out if the fire still burned, "Might be okay."
Right back where they started, without conclusions, Nash asks, "So, what about Alex?"
"It was really Jare, not me, but I tell-ya, I wasn't immune to Alex's incredibly good looks and as I supposed from how Jare goaded us on, to hurry up and change, both of us were in anticipation of Alex changing from his street clothes, into one of Alex's sock-pocket briefs."
Using hands as a gesture of measurement, Nash makes like a ruler, "And was he?"
Prolonging the agony, Jay says, "Who, Jare?"
Another Evans moment, Nash crowns Jay, "No, you moron, Alex!"
"Oh! Alex!" Jay plays stoopid! Plainly speaking, "He was adequate."
Nash stood there, hands on hips, staring at Jay, not a word spoken.
"Like, I didn't have a yard stick handy, but yeah, he was really packin', "Jay jumps fast forward, "trying to adjust the sock-pocket in the right position. Tell you the truth, I think he had the wrong size on!"
Slightly aroused by the whole tale, Nash's hand had slipped over his thigh, "What size do you think I would take?"
Having seen Nash grow over time, not in shaft size, but his whole shy personality turn over a new leaf, Jay goes along on the ride, "Should I get on my cell, call Alex back here and tell him to bring along an assortment to fit you with?"
"You mean he makes house calls, fitting a guy personally?"
Face lighting up, Jay smiles, says, "I like how you're coming out of your shell!"
"Great," Nash starts pushing everything aside, "but what am I going to do about this?" his hand tells all, rounded palm trying to clutch his inflated junk!
Glancing around, Jay looked for a solution, coming up with, "The toilet is in this really small room."
"I would fit, wouldn't I?" Nash meant to jerk off.
"Yeah, but not enough room for me to watch!" Jay says, like he's blaming Nash!
"We can lock the door?"
"The door doesn't have a lock," Jay stare across the room at the door, making sure his assumption was correct.
"Hmm," Nash taps a finger from the un-cocked hand, tapping on his lips, "I could roll you out in the hallway and we could go search for a place?"
About to do so, Jared comes busting into the room, "Guess what?"
Behind Jay's chair, pushing it, Jared couldn't tell how big Nash had gotten, but could sense something on his face. Staring point blank at the 19-year old, noticing the red tint to the teen's dark brown locks, "What's up?"
"Um," searching for how to put this, Nash resolves, "me?"
Then, it became Jay's `fault', "Have you two been doing something?"
"Of course," Jay flicks it back into his brother's court, "you don't think we're like you and your trick, do you?"
Knowing exactly who his brother means, Jared states, "Derek is `not' my trick." He also abandoned efforts to figure out anything else, "Do you want to stop this nonsense or get out of this prison today?"
Forgetting about Nash's stiffie, Jay says excitedly, "Like, right now?"
"Now. Later. What do you want to do?" Jared cross-questions.
Nash knew what he wanted to do, yet the lack of stimulation was cooling off his loins.
"Now would be cool, but what about Adam and Scott?"
Slight smile to his lips, Jared says, "Adam has to stay. Scott, he could go, but told me he's fakin' it with the nurse so he can be near Adam. Truthfully, I think he wants to get in some nookie!"
"Jare. Jare. Jare."
"What? What? What?" Jared questions his bro in the age old manner in which they communicated as younger bro's, when driving a point home.
Raising both hands, flat, "Can't you just say, `sexual intercourse'? I mean, we're all mature adults here!"
Covering himself, Jared looks to Nash, "Oh, you're not a minor?"
He did look younger for his 19 years, and already picking up some sassiness from Jay, stands up for himself, "I'm legal enough to fuck, if you want me to prove it to you!"
If he could, Jay would have jumped up out of his chair! Dead weight holding him down, he shouts, "Go for it, Nash!" holding his hand out for another high-5!
"Sure," Jared knew how that could go, "your boyfriend fucks me and next thing you know," intently staring Jay down, "you'll be blaming me for your breakup!"
Enough said, or rather ignoring Jared for a sec, Nash and Jay look at each other.
Nash is the first to volunteer, "Is that what we are, boyfriends?"
"I dunno. Are we?" Jay stares back.
"Sweet, guys," Jared breaks up the sensitive moment, "but I'll be waiting in the lobby, hittin' on the desk nurse. Come out when you're ready, but no fucking around. I want to get out of here at a decent hour!"
"He forgets sometimes," Jay says.
"About the `fucking around'?"
"Yeah."
Shrugging his shoulders, Nash boldly says, "Maybe we should try it sometime. You won't know your... um..."
"Junk?"
"Yeah, it might be working and you don't know, unless... you know?" Nash tries the graceful approach.
"Now?"
Getting wiser about everything, Nash says, "No lock on the door, remember?"
"Oh. Right. I knew that," Jay laughs.
Before leaving, the trio checked in on Adam and Scott. A little disgruntled, Adam claimed Jared owed him, on account of the stitches up his arm, passing right through the tattoo of an eagle in flight, long wings riddled with the stitching.
"Oh really?" Jared counters. "Then just tell me where I'm to send the bill for providing lodging space for the week?"
Jay, who tried going to church, loving the after-service refreshments and checking out bears he didn't normally see during the week, he's picked up on a few catchy phrases, "What did Jesus teach us? Forgive and forget?"
Raising his eyebrows, Jared asks, "Since when did you become a prophet, bro?"
Jay replies, "Unless you want to get hit with a lawsuit, bro?" he mimics.
Gettin' religion real quick, Jared says, "Never mind. I'll go with the forgive and forget stuff and," he punches down the lid of Jay's baseball cap, "stop going and giving them ideas... geesh!"
"Oops!" Looking at Adam, Jay says, "You weren't going to sue anyway, were ya?"
Looking to Scott, Adam says wryly, "I dunno. How much you think the Evans empire is worth?"
With different ideas on how to settle, Scott tells him, "Hmm," he tallies it up in his mind, "I would guess at least a couple of beers some night at HOODWINK'd!"
Favoring the outcome Jared says, "I'd settle for that. Hurry up and get better Adam."
"For a free night at HOODWINK'd, on you, you better believe it!"
"Good," Jared says cunningly, "because I'm sure Joseph would like to hang out with you in the basement!"
"I suddenly feel a relapse coming on," Adam groans.
Babying him, Scott cuddles Adam's head, leaning against the side of the bed, "Now look what you've gone and done!"
"Yeah right," Jared says, "and soon as we're gone, I'm sure you'll make it up to him... unless you want me to?"
Helping to get the boys off the hook, Jay says, "Oh, I'm sure Derek will be interested in knowing that, huh bro?!"
As they were leaving the hospital, Jared tried telling Jay, "Derek and I are friends, that's all, so," Jared taps the top of Jay's baseball cap, "don't go getting any ideas into that pretty little head of yours?!"
Not leaving things be, Jay heckled his brother, until they see a familiar face, which Jared thought was a god-send, "Oh, there's Joseph now."
Jay, he tried to get a word in with Joseph, but his friend hogged the whole conversation, telling of a guy he met in front of the police station today. A good ploy, the whole idea of Jared getting it on with Derek was replaced by Joseph's joyful mood.
Stopping at the main drag, Jared wasn't sure which direction they were headed in, Jay refreshing his mind, "Remember you said I can stay at Nash's place?"
"You got a place?" Joseph questioned not just one, but all three.
Sometimes, Joseph's asking something, instigated food for deep thought, his own. Known fact, Joseph taking the security job at Korbeau's meant he could drop his lease and live in the lap of luxury, for free!
Jared sees right through his friend and fuck-bud, "Oh, did Michael finally get wise and kick your ass out, for picking up guests at his spa?"
While Jared enjoys a laugh, Joseph, one of the few times in his life, acting seriously, states, "No, for your information, I happen to meet up with someone I'm interested in dating and Korbeau's is not exactly a private place to, um..."
Jay blurts out, "Get it on?"
Pointing at Jay aggressively, Joseph says, "Exactly the words I was looking for!"
Still vague, though kind of getting the message, after taking in the whole scene, Nash butts in with, "My parents never come to our Fire Island home, probably never will, but you'll have to put up with Jay and me?"
Jared and Joseph went back a long way, knowing each `inside' and out, but mocked his bear friend, "Uh, you might be careful what you wish upon yourself, Nash!"
Eyes like darts, Jared's face facing the target, Joseph decides to scratch the itch on his nose, with his middle finger!
"Oh, may I please?" Jared smiles back!
Casually, Joseph spits back, "Anytime... anytime..." targeting Jared once more, "and where are you staying with your twink, while your house is still under construction?"
Like he uttered to Jay a few minutes ago, Jared impresses, "He's not my little twink, Joseph and for your information, we're just friends."
Silent for the longest time, Jay says, "For now, huh Jare?"
"You guys are pathetic," Jared gives in.
Nash, he's just taking it all in stride as they stroll the avenue, wondering if they put each other down all the time, in the name of friendship, able to criticize, sending a message, but never getting angry at each other. He thought it a relief from family life, growing up, recalling his mom and dad always at odds in any given situation. It's one of the reasons he liked staying at the Fire Island home. Then, looking down upon Jay's baseball cap, Nash smiles, thinking, for a change of pace, how the big beach home is not going to be so lonely anymore... except for, his heart races, thinking of something of importance. However, thinking upon that little thing of consequence, he smiles. Has anything ever been a problem for his caretaker, of house and his own being?
"If you want, Jare," Nash kindly offers, "my beach house," he always called it that, "has 4 bedrooms, 2 1/2 baths. You're welcome to stay, too?"
Again, the onslaught of slinging mud, Jared says, "I'm not sure if Joseph and me would be able to live under the same roof!"
"I know," Joseph makes a comeback, "your little twink would be such a temptation!"
Jared couldn't disagree with the notion, deviates, "Oh? And what about the he-man you met in front of the police station today, Joseph?"
It shut Joseph up quick, a smile creasing his lips. He had to agree, "He-man? Oh, so much more!" Honestly, he left out the fact, he could have very well met his match, but kept it private.
Backfiring, Jay and Nash are still entertained, when Jared says, "Or, how does that go in the bdsm-world, Joseph, you're dominator?"
"Funny," Joseph sneers.
In their own little world, Joseph and Jared walk past Surf Walk Road, Nash calling their attention, "It's this way, guys!"
Having turned into the mostly paved, sandy road, Joseph and Jared back track, Jared mentioning, "Your folks must have big bucks!"
People knew of Surf Walk Rd., given it's name from surfers using it as access to the ocean side of the island, where the boldest waves could be had, especially during inclement weather.
"Wow, I can't believe how tired I am," Jay remarks.
Water under the bridge now, Jared mocks, "Yeah, for someone who sits on his ass all day!"
Nash took it as being mean, but quickly remembered how the brothers could peck at each other, Jay retaliating, "Yeah, like lying in bed and having a hot," takes on Joseph's heckling word," twink work on ya all night, huh Jare?"
For the others, except Joseph, who was never really informed of the brothers' hush-hush `love affair', only guessed, they took the remark in general, two dudes getting it on under the sheets.
"Right," Jared says sarcastically, frowning upon Jay, bringing it up in such a loose fashion!
He was sure Joseph got it, but knew Nash didn't suspect, way before Jay's accident, lying there in bed, the brothers educating each other on the art and techniques of gay sexuality!
On his turf now, Nash, who has lived at the beach home off and on since early teen years, first summer permanently, after graduating from high school, gives them the tour of Surf Walk Road, "To your right is the private club; tennis being the main draw."
Smiling, Joseph asks, "Any hot ball bouncers?"
"Mind your manners for once, Joseph," Jared balks, stopping in tracks for a moment, not which he knew boys and sex were always on Joseph's mind.
The trio, still trekking, Joseph says, "Coming, Jared?"
Then, nothing much else was left to sight-see, until they neared the end of the road, the ocean in view, Nash making a final gesture, "Well, that's the end of the tour," stopping at a finely manicured beachfront property, "we're here!"
When Nash pushes a button, outside a wooden fence, Jay asks, "Forget your key?" even though there were not visible signs of a keyed entry.
Giggling, partially because Nash knew they were about to receive an interesting surprise towards gaining access, says, "No one gets into the compound without Homer!"
He knew they would all be puzzled, but Joseph in particular started licking his lips, when half-stripped-down, a forty-something guy comes walking towards them, "Yummy!"
"Act nice for once, Joseph and mind your manners you ain't got?" Jared tells his bud.
Like his mommy asked him, "Oka-ay," Joseph gives in.
The closer Homer got, the more Joseph salivated, assessing the waist-up nakedness, muscled, brushing of medium brown hair over the hard-formed pecs, extending down the abs-wall, a frosting of graying hair when Joseph looks up, directly in front of...
"Who are these people Nash?" Homer asks.
"Like, dah, Homer, this is Jay. I told you about him?" Nash acts like a wiseguy.
"Oh. Right," Homer crooks his neck over the gate to look down, "hi there," he reaches a hand down, "I'm Homer."
Straightening up, Homer readjusts his happy manner, "And these two hooligans?"
"Stop catching flies," Jared acts cool.
Joseph, jaw dropped down, much assumes the position he would, playacting at The Spin Club when a boy sassed him, closing it up, "Don't mind him," extends a hand, "Joseph Rocco."
Jared mumbles, "At your service!"
Smiling, unlatching the gate for Nash and his friend, Homer says, "Finally, I get to meet the famous Joseph Rocco!"
Caretaker and security all rolled into one, Homer Jaroslaw has lived on the island for so long, never having to meet the one time policeman, turned detective, turned security guard and whatever else fell under Joseph's jurisdicktion.
"Have we met?" Joseph responds, missing the clue.
"Not until now," Homer says, breaking off the handshake.
Knuckles gliding down Joseph's furry front, between the flaps of his leather vest, he says, "Maybe we should do some catching up?"
Jared pushes between the two, tired of the worn out pick up lines, "Uh, I don't suppose my reputation precedes me?" Giving 2 seconds to respond, Jared offers handshake, "I didn't think so. Jared Evans, Jay's big brother."
Joseph had figured out, if Homer has heard about him, he probably knows all, takes a gander on saying, "Yeah, Jay's `very big' brother, if you know what I mean?" winks!
Paying little mind towards Joseph's slick words, Jared walks through the wall, Homer saying, "I won't hold it against you, Jared."
Slipping through the hairy sandwich, Jared's eyes are on Joseph, "I'll remember that."
Catching up to Jay, which was easy, the front of the beach home, neatly landscaped in layers of single steps and plants which could withstand the climate of the island paradise, "Not quite up to your standards, huh bro?" Jared gives Nash a hand on the last step, up.
"I could get used to it," Jay meant as a hint, for both, brother and boyfriend.
When the door opened, it was like into Alice's Wonderland, "Oh man, could I get used to `this!'"
Two floors, in the middle of the house, the roof rose up into an A-frame setting, upper rooms flanking the inside rise.
Flat now, Jay could help himself, rolling through the opening way, upon a slip option living room-dining room, kitchen in the distance.
"I take it," Jared looks up, left and right, "the four bedrooms and 2 1/2 baths are up there?"
"Almost," Nash replies. "One bedroom and one bath are down here."
"That's convenient," Jay says, laughing, because he knew where he would be fitting in!
Ready to explore more, Jared gets a call on his cell, "Sorry, I gotta take this call," which split the parties up. Instead of touring the home, he walks leisurely over to the living room, open to the rest of the beach home and parks his ass on what appears to be a mile-long sofa.
Nice kitchen, Jay runs a palm over a long countertop. "A little high, but the aisles are wide, which really counts," thinking of how it could go, settling in.
"I'll pass that along to Homer," Nash says.
"What is he to you?" Jay leads.
"Homer is originally form Australia. He roamed the island, doing odd jobs, until he came across this place. At the time I was about 10-years old. We came here every summer. Oh wait," Nash stops, remembering something, "My folks, they did come here once. Anyhow, they liked Homer, like there was this instant connection. For me, Homer was the friend I never had... and no', we weren't that' kind of friends!"
Fortifying his own belief, even though he just met him, Jay says, "I didn't think Homer was the child molesting-kind?"
Smirking, he should have known better, Nash says, "Okay, I deserved that."
"So, what did he do? Teach you to surf?" Jay carries on, like nothing had been said.
"He wasn't a very good surfer, so he said at the time. No, more he earned his room and board fixing things, keeping the place ship-shape. Then my mom had Homer to go to the store to fetch things, which led to him doing all the food shopping. Soon, Homer was a fixture around our summer place. When we left, he stayed on, which turned into 10 years later. During those ten years is when my parents began to have marital problems. After splitting up, I found out neither one of them really cared about having children."
Glum fact, Jay's hand to Nash's arm made him smile.
"I went to live with an aunt, but she passed away. Homer came to her funeral and after talking with the family attorney, it was set. I could dome live here, with him as my guardian. Everything is all legal. Even if I leave, Homer can't be kicked out, unless he wants to be."
"But he was there every summer, when you came back?"
"Um," Jay had trespassed into an area Nash hadn't intended on going, "we didn't come back every summer," which he deviated from thought, "which is probably why I never ran into you?"
"Strangely, being an avid surfer, I don't think Jake and me have ever been to this part of the island?" Jay smiles, which thinking upon it, was a shame, Nash living here all that time!
Having heard of the two friends, the bonds between, Nash says, "You can invite Jake here any time?"
"I'll keep that in mind. So, what about Homer?"
"My folks found out he was good with his hands, fixing up the bungalow out back, which up until that time had been storage space, before they bought it. You'll see it, there's a walkway to it, which also acts as a buffering wall and privacy between the back yard and the beach. Homer took it and transformed it into his own little turf."
"Not to invade anyone's privacy, but I'd like to see it sometime?"
Another facet of the story, Nash says, "You'll have to take it up with him, my dad having his lawyer draw up a paper, signing that part of the deed over to Homer!"
"Generous of your dad!"
"Well, I don't have any proof of it and would never confront Homer with it, but I think he and my dad had something going and..." Nash frowns upon this, "I hope you won't say anything to anyone, because I've never said this to a soul."
Probing, Jay asks, "You have proof?"
It was as much as coming out into the open, asking if Nash had seen Homer and his dad in action.
"Yeah," Nash replies, looking like he was embarrassed by just the thought!
Rather than put him on the spot, Jay turns it around, "It's not important. Sometimes I'm too nosy for my own business!"
Nash smiled at Jay laughing. He was growing real comfortable with him, which is the reason he felt more relaxed with inviting him to live at the beach house, without restrained feelings, "Want to see our room?"
Always on his mind, besides sex and hairy dudes, Jay asks, "If I can fit through the door?"
"The doors, you mean?"
Approaching, Jay jokes, "You weren't kidding, were you?"
Prying the two doors apart, they disappear into the walls.
"How convenient," Jay rolls right through. "Funny looking bedroom. Like, where's the bed?"
"I know," Nash figured there would be room for doubt, "it looks like a study, because... it's a study. Used to be my father's, but I think with Homer's help, we could turn it into a bedroom?"
All for it and not thinking of the wealth around him, the thing about the place, Jay says, "I can help," reaching into his pocket, "got my own piece of plastic!"
Immediate reaction, Nash asks, "Don't you think you should be keeping that in your wallet?"
"Um, yeah, but it's a dickens of a thing to reach under my ass for anything!" Jay giggles.
"Well, now that you've got me?" Nash takes up with initiating laughter!
Then they stopped dead, staring into each others' eyes, Nash finally breaking off ideas probably running around in both of their heads, "Thanks for the offer, but Homer also has some `plastic'."
Knowing he wouldn't be much help with a hammer, Jay says, "Maybe I could supervise!"
Ahead of the two, Homer had invited Joseph in, for a tour of the place, plucking Jared out of the sofa.
When Nash and Jay come out of the study, they hear some rumbling upstairs.
Looking up to the balcony, Nash wisely says, "I think we should hold off on the tour upstairs for now?"
"Yeah," Jay cheerfully replies, "I'm very good at rolling up stairs!"
Realizing it himself, Nash says, "Oh, right."
Instead, they head out back, talking about this and that, mainly Homer and the security part of his job, surfers wandering onto the property by mistake, on purpose, or by invite!
In a half hour of touring the second bedroom upstairs, Joseph and Jared have learned much from their host, which has put them in the position of Joseph, nestled in Homer's ass crevice, Jared sitting on Homer's chest, being entertained by Homer's talented tongue and now feeling his shaft being treated to a lip massage.
Several times, Homer had reached around Jared's torso to stroke himself, Joseph shooing his hand away, which brought them all to the conclusion, Homer liked to be bossed around.
"Get yer hand away from that, boy!" Joseph barked out an order.
He had wanted to express himself, but how could Homer, with his mouth full!
"Oh, Joseph, why don't you give the guy a break and let him touch himself?" Jared felt bad for his cocksucker!
"What? And take all the fun out of torture?" Joseph laughs.
`Torture' was key here, Joseph suddenly going at it, which drove Jared into a frenzy, yelling, "Damn it, Joseph!"
"Okay, okay," Joseph could read the mental thoughts, pulling his glistening, bulky 9.5c out, holding it on the palm of his hand.
Like tag-team wrestlers, Jared does the same with his 8c, both waiting for Homer to carry out Joseph's order, to turn several degrees west, across the queensized bed, dropping his head over the edge. Nonstop action, for fear either would go soft, Jared and Joseph plug up Homer's openings.
Not caring now about protocol, nor torture, Joseph allows Homer to handle his own junk and like, 1-2-3, Joseph leads Jared and Homer in a round of volleys.
Pulling out, Joseph's shaft churns out ropes and ropes of creme, first soaking up Homer's stomach, filling his deep bellyhole. Almost between, Jared's hand nudges flat against Homer's nose, delivering a hefty amount between the nips.
"Here, I'll finish that," Joseph says in a demonstrative manner, much like he would provide a sendoff to concluding a hot session on one of willing victims at The Spin Club.
In a matter of minutes the upstairs bedroom reeks, Homer saying, as he licks off a finger, "Anyone up for a club sandwich?"
"Oh my god, what time is it?" Joseph asks, expression priceless, makeover from sex to startled, regular everyday look on his face.
He doesn't wait for someone to find a clock or a watch, stepping into his pants, grabbing his signature vest, hightailing it out of there.
Standing at the side of the bed, Jared says, "That's the thing with Joseph. Either it's hit and run or easy come, easy go!"
Gooey hand skating over his pecs and abs, Homer asks, "He always leave a mess behind?"
As if he had a sense of pride in the doing, Jared says, "Mind you, I had a hand in wetting you down?"
With that, Homer scoots around in the bed, from lying across it, head on the pillow, "Then you owe me!"
Looking at him with a contorted facial expression, Jared asks, "Like... how would that go?"
Patting the empty mattress next to himself, Homer says of Jared standing there, "I think you already found out I don't bite?!"
Walking over, Jared finds his place next to Homer, lying down, "Have much experience at not doing that?"
"Would you believe I'm more the romantic type?"
Jared's nostrils picking up on the `stench', he asks, "Um, I sort of find that hard to believe," quickly getting off subject, "but don't you think we should be heading to the shower?"
Just as Jared got comfy, Homer rolls up into sitting, standing at the bed's edge, "Ready when you are?"
"Wish you would make up your mind?" Jared exits the other side.
"I thought I just did!" Homer smiles.
Already pals, Homer tags Jared's shoulder, leading him into the adjoining room, moving right to the cold and hot water knobs.
Jared observes, "Wow, nicer than the mansion," he speaks of the main home, where he and Jay were reared.
"And where would that be?"
`Jersey', led to other places of interest, Asbury Park, Atlantic City, pride day at Six Flags, all places Homer had heard about, but never found the inclination to travel to, "At least not by my lonesome self," he steps into the shower, inviting Jared.
Proper invite, Jared latches onto Homer's inviting hand, "You're kidding?"
Washing each others' backs, and fronts, they talk up going to Jersey sometime and visiting those places, plus a few eating spots Jared has passed along the way. Mention of the businesses, one on the Jersey shore, "Got all the shore I need, right out back!"
Hearing Homer talk up having all a man could want right behind his backyard bungalow, Jared says, "Sounds nice. All you need is the right man to complete the picture?"
"You wouldn't be volunteering now, would you?" Homer sounds suggestive.
"A good cocksucker is always tough to pass up!"
Jared's back to Homer's front, he retaliates, "I hoped I would mean more to a man than a hot lip massage?"
Jared senses more to Homer than a `hot bottom', "I can appreciate a man being versatile," he slowly turns to face Homer.
Picking up, with something a little more romantic, than Joseph's `hit and run' act, the two move lips together, hands embracing, like doing a slow cance.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Jay finds it tough getting out the back door, narrow enough to have the hubs of his chair butt ends with the frame of the door, "Don't think I'm going to make it."
"Plan B," Nash sets it in motion, backing Jay up.
It would have been ideal to roll him along the wooden path to the bungalow and back gate to the beach, but instead gets pulled backwards, heading towards double doors, opening them upon a deck to the next best thing.
"You can see Homer's piece of turf right over there," Nash points.
"Tiny."
"Yeah. Doesn't matter. He spends most of his time at the main house anyway!"
"With you?" Jay insinuates.
Telling a tale of a year ago, Nash says, "We got that straightened out. I tried doing something and Homer was quick to draw conclusions he didn't like making it with guys my age."
"I'm sure there's more to it," Jay would like to hear it, "but I don't have to know," he would like to!
"Nothing much happened. The plumping didn't work."
"Yeah, mine neither," Jay says. Then, getting what Nash was saying, "Oh, you mean plumbing, like in pipes and stuff?"
Nash smiled, coughed and then got on with it, "Homer's bungalow was without water, so he spent time here. There was only 1 working shower. I was on my way there and he was on his way out. We literally bumped into each other. His towel fell from around his hips and, I felt so ashamed of myself, but I made a move first," Nash wound the tale of touching.
"Give him a hand job?" Jay inquired.
"I might have. I don't know, but before I could think, Homer had picked up his towel, covered himself up and then gave me a sermon, much like dad would, of why he wasn't interested in `kids'."
"And why was that?" Jay provoked, hoping something steamy would come of it.
Shrugging both shoulders, "I dunno, other than Homer liking guys his own age, and up."
Okay, so there's wasn't any steam rising, nor, if he could indeed feel it, felt the sensation of getting an erection based on what Nash told him, "Oh, okay."
Put to rest, Nash went on to really coerce Jay into staying with him at the house, using loneliness as excuse, "And there's no problem with the door. I bet Homer could make it bigger. He's good at so many things."
True to Nash's thoughts, Homer and Jared had quick-dried off and now were doing a little 6-9 magic in the already tainted sheets!
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Joseph had run off, hoping he would not miss the connection with Hans Hobstaken, given the tip Hans was on `break' while CK was at lunch and the afternoon meal was time off, to do what he would like, ideal for himself to meet up with the local riffraff!
Seeing Joseph in the distance, at the designated meeting place, the long steps leading to the entrance of HOODWINK'd, he hardly thought of Joseph as a match for the description of the locals, "Glad you could make it, Joseph!"
Joseph was surprised, a full bod hug instead of a handshake, "My, aren't we affectionate?"
"Hey, I just found out some good news."
"What's that?" they break off their hug, Joseph slowly stepping towards the entrance to the gay bar and club.
"After CK finishes shooting, he's taking a little holiday and spending a few weeks here on the island," Hans says enthusiastically.
"Oh goody. A new playmate!" Joseph screwed the handle of the door, reporting, "Locked!"
That didn't stop him from leading Hans around the corner of the building, when suddenly they hear, "Wait up Hans!"
"No fail," Hans sounds intensely agitated.
From 10 feet away, Joseph is declaring, "Yummy, what do we have here!"
Keith Kyle Karlyle, 21-year old nephew of Cayman Karlyle, worked for his uncle as limo driver, until he took the limo for a swim, apparently forgetting to put on the brake, at the lake, while leaning over to give a blow job. House staff, Keith dropped too many trays, the noise getting on Cayman's nerves. Last straw was accidentally making a cameraman take a swim, camera and all, while doing a shoot at the pool.
"Now I'm the lucky one playing nursemaid!"
"Blowjob, huh? Like is he good?" is all Joseph could say, watching the neatly coiffed fratboy walk towards him, cropped beard acting like it was part of his smile.
"I thought I'd lost you, Hans?" Keith says.
Same, Hans thought!
"Hi!" Keith energetically introduces, "I'm Keith Kyle Karlyle, or you can call me Keith Kyle or just Keith!"
Throwing it in the pool, Joseph suggests, "How about `boy?'" he jokes, wondering if it would take hold of the youth.
"Hell yeah! You like it too?" Keith says with excitement, eyes all lit up.
Bingo! The kid was talking Joseph's language, or at least exciting more than his soul!
Leading both Hans and Keith down the alleyway, he finds the key above the door, unlocks `his' private entrance, "If you ever let yourself in without me, they'll be hell to pay!"
Of course, this was all for Keith and Hans' benefit, seeing how much they knew of the bdsm-sport!
Keith, saying what Hans already knew, "Cool! Do you like pissing on a guy?"
Opening the door, leading the two into his lair, Joseph remarks, "On and `In?'"
"Love it all!"
Turning eyes to Hans, he confirms, "Yeah and he can take it too!"
"A man after my own heart," Joseph says, seeing Keith hop from room to room.
"Cool!" Keith says after gazing into each room.
"If you want, I can leave you two alone?" Hans asks.
Getting a wild thought in his brain, Joseph says, "What, and not take great pleasure in making you suck Keith off?"
Backing off, Hans says, "On second thought, I think I have to check back at the police station about those permits."
Coming back, after the self-guided tour, Keith says, "This place is awesome! When do I get to try it out?"
"Club doesn't open for another 5 hours. That enough time?" Joseph replies, feeling up his crotch.
Having opened the box, Joseph was happy for once, not shutting Keith up. There would be gags for that, or his meaty plug, but for now, he found out boundaries and other pertinent information sought out, which brought him to the conclusion, "Sounds like you're a no-limits boy?"
Playing right into Joseph's full house, Keith says, "Up for everything and anything," hushed tone, "as long as you don't kill me!" the 21-year old laughs.
"I haven't killed anyone yet!" Joseph has the last laugh.
Playing Joseph out, Keith repeats, "5 hours before they open, huh?"
He knew he was being taken advantage of, just because he had a key to the side door and free run of the place, puts the blame back on himself, "I'm not sure I can wait that long."
"Exactly what I was thinking," Keith tears his shirt off overhead.
"Oh my," Joseph says, walking up to Keith's fuzzy front, "what have we got here?" he says of the perky, pink nips, fondling them.
"Oh man," Keith sighs, "you've just hit the jackpot!"
"Oh really?" Joseph's hand zips down to Keith's meaty pouch, "I'd say so," he returns a gaze.
In confessional mode, Keith says, "I have to say, when I walked in, just the atmosphere got me going?"
A little laugh escaping, Joseph's attitude changes, "Then why do you still have your clothes on, boy?"
Somehow, daytime play in the dungeon, without all the spooky lighting and sounds of others playing around, didn't phase Joseph, which is why he hadn't put Keith in cuffs and chains, had him stand there with hands behind head, replicating some intricate bondage, "Like that do you?"
How could Keith not take in the pleasure of having one nip pulverized at a time, Joseph switching back and forth, from right to left, back again, while other hand as firming Keith into hardrock form, "Oh man, like I said..."
"Jackpot?" Joseph laughs, wishing his hand wasn't down the front of Keith's pants, rather pants at the 21-year old's ankles.
Then suddenly, he stops, Keith moaning, "Oh, don't stop!"
"I thought you were up for anything?" Joseph teases.
"I am," Keith claims.
Witty, Joseph replies, "Why, depravation is one of my favorite sports!"
"Great," Keith didn't really seem it so, "are you gonna finish what you started?"
Joseph thought on it, `Didn't I just say...' However, kinda caught in the web of wanting it too, he was about to deliver his verdict, when Hans appears.
"Thanks for leaving a wedge in the door," Hans holds up a dildo!
Keith, grinning, says, "How about a wedge in my back door?!"
Walking over to Keith, Hans starts with the pecs, rubbing both hands down the furry chest, abs, ending with left hand on the nuts, right hand behind Keith's neck, smooshing their lips together.
"Ahem," Joseph calls attention to him still being in their presence.
"Oh?" Hans unleashes the back of Keith's neck, though still fondles hairy balls, "Were you two in the middle of something?"
"We were," Joseph says.
Hans kinda thought so, the state Keith's hard cock sagging over onto his hand, running right across the width of it, which told him it was mighty long.
However, Keith sweeps the notion aside, "Not really. Joseph likes playing at night, so if you want to..."
Suddenly atmosphere didn't mean anything to Joseph, not wanting Hans to cut in on his action, "Well, not which I'm not opposed to any daytime soap opera?"
"Cool," Hans let Keith's balls be, turning to Joseph, "up for some hot roleplaying?"
Whether Hans had ideas of his own, Joseph fills in the blanks, "Sure. I was just thinking how nice it would be to tie you and Keith's balls together and then make wagers on who would win the tug o'war!" he laughs, with it in the back of his mind, hoping Hans would go for it.
He knew someone would... "I'd be up for it," Keith is already dismantling his pants, kicking off his sneakers, thumbs thumbing briefs.
"Oh wow," Hans says, "feeling is one thing, but seeing is a whole-nother picture!"
Joseph had to agree, but didn't share, other than his eyes too checking out the big monster sperm-makers and the cannon used for emptying them!
"You know," Hans broke off their mesmerizing gaze, "I've seen this with two, but always wondered how it would go with three?"
He thought Joseph was getting it, but not, "What would go, with three?"
Keith, he was ready to go for anything, standing in their presence in the buff, already for anything to commence, "I'd be up for it, whatever it is!"
Unknown to either muscle bear, Keith was loving the attention shown him. Limo driver for Uncle Cayman was the perfect job for him. Often, dropping his uncle off somewhere, leeway of a few hours before picking him up, gave Keith the opportunity to play around, often arranged on the internet, a time table all in place. Too, preferring dudes older than himself, it often worked it's way into roleplay too hot for words. However, with the two older dudes standing there, making up their minds, "Hey, I got an idea?"
Trying to decide on some kind of roleplay, the two look to the young lad.
"Why don't you," he looks at Joseph, "and Hans tie your balls together, then to mine. Wouldn't mind at all, two against one?"
Liking it, Joseph says, "Doesn't he just make your balls boil?"
"Yeah," Hans replies, but deep down inside, all the way down, he was thinking more was hot than Keith right now, especially the part about Joseph and his balls tied side by side, aching to tough and feel Joseph anyway he could get it, "sounds like a plan!"
But it didn't turn out as expected. While they talked over whether Keith's balls should be tied, with a lace around both orbs, or split down the middle, their churning desire got the best of them. Since Joseph was responsible for this friendly little get together, Hans relinquished a right to Keith's ass and pumped his creme down the front of Keith's bod, while Joseph pulled out finished the line of demarcation, his creme spurting out from the southerly direction.
"My turn!" Keith says, but doesn't do a damn thing about touching himself.
Hans goes to do it, Joseph putting his hand over both hand and balls, perhaps crushing a little, "No. Why don't we put the suffering off until later!"
Keith couldn't help it, even though he desperately wanted to come, loving the sound of Joseph's kinky little, evil laugh!
"Later?" Hans questions.
"Of course," Joseph replies, "this is just kid's stuff compared to what I think we should do to Keith!"
Again, that evil spiced up humorous laugh got Keith giggling, "Like I said, I'm up for anything," still his balls pinging for release!
Hans suggest, "I have a feeling we shouldn't let this boy out of our sight. Might go and touch himself!"
Thinking the same, or rather losing Hans in the mix of gay men on the island, Joseph decides, "Hmm, maybe we should get ourselves some eats?"
While Joseph and Hans thought of sitting down at a restaurant, Keith hungered for a couple of sausages!
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"The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... spread happiness!" T. Chase McPhee... circa 2005
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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee
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